Masters & Lovers Box Set Three

Chapter 31

Bech pushes a vending machine cup at Cappelli. “What’s she saying?”

Cappelli hooks a thumb into a pocket “Never gets any fucking better does it? Denying everything of course. Says she’s being framed.”

Bech barks a laugh. “Of course. Just another victim of a tragic miscarriage of justice.”

“Aren’t they all? Still, looks like that lawyer of hers is going to get her sprung. Bail’s set high but the judge is allowing it. No previous. And it looks like they share a school tie.”

Fuck!

“Who is he? He looked pretty high-class to be the legal for a hooker.”

“Theo Aldred. Subs for Max Devlin. From Hofferman and Partners…”

“Hofferman’s? The prosecutors on the Romani Family case?”

“Yup. Don’t envy him that one. They’ve got all the wits under protection and the judge and lawyers have full surveillance.” Cappelli sucks at the coffee, pulls a face. “Stone-cold… You’re right though. You’d not think he’d turn up for the likes of that one would you?” He tilts the cup at Bech. “I’m going to the machine for another. Want one?”

“Thanks, but no. I’m off in five.”

*****

So, the bitch got herself sprung…

Back in his apartment, Bech paces, curses, bangs his fist on the wall. Then…

The blindingly fuckin’ obvious…

He checks the card index,

And sure enough…

Maximillian Devlin. Lawyer. Married twice. Son by previous.

One daughter by current marriage - favourite topic of conversation. Likes rabbits and pink. Got a pony. Gymkhana. Head girl at Ponterbury.

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Michael

ceilings, then brain-cells line up in good order and I remember where I

rumpled, sheets thrown back, but when I listen, there is

my Sleeping Beauty. She’s looking better than she

Her father…

Christ…

lost that sallow hue, and her cheeks are brushed with the palest

Babe…

line of high cheekbones with a fingertip. Her lids flutter, then

for

touch me,

her face,

soft and watery. “I’m fine. Really, I’m fine now.

the pad of my thumb. “Sometimes life throws shit at us, knocks us down. There's no sin in falling over. Only in not standing up again.” I replace my finger with my lips,

dropping her gaze, she

than that if you really want to get yourself pregnant.” Her eyes lift

is a whisper. “Is

it. It’s fine. Just so

hers. Her hand curves around the back of my head. “Thank you.” She nuzzles into the

too. We both did.” I pull away, holding her gaze. “But I never went away. I never will go away…” She sighs. “And yes, I’ve been looking forward to being

forehead creases. “You mean

a bed when you’re not in

you there.” James holds a tray. The scents of toast

nostrils flare and she sits bolt upright. “God, I’m starving. Did you

James grins. “She’s back.”

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Twenty-Six Years Ago

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